It Calls Me

The moon draws like piped old men,
suckling on moisture within,
calling me to patterned pastures,
away from myself.
The hairs are standing now upon my body,
my dimensions have grown,
I am a child of the animal night.
Searching with dim blue moonlit light,
for a place and a body I have seen before.
Once.
And it calls me.
And I have no choice.

Limited Edition of 33
Signed and Numbered on Reverse

26 x 52cm

Printed with Epson SureColor printers using ten colour, wide gamut UltraChrome HDX lightfast pigment inks, on Hahnemühle Photo Rag ®, 308 gsm Paper which has a 100% rag content. To achieve Museum quality prints.

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